Page 6 of Not That Impossible

Information that Adam knew very well I would have been interested in having.

“Can I assume that you’ll leave me in peace to enjoy the rest of my lunch now?” Liam asked.

Adam snorted. “Live in hope.”

I scowled at him, and then I turned my scowl on Liam. “Listen, you’re the one who came over to be all confrontational. I was sitting here minding my own business.”

“You were sitting there eye-fucking me,” Liam said.

I scoffed. “You wish.”

“I do not wish, Jasper.”

“If I were eye-fucking you, trust me, you’d know about it.”

“I know. I did know. Because you were doing it, and you’re spoiling my date.”

“I think you’re managing that perfectly well on your own,” Adam said.

“What?” Liam said crossly, tearing his glare away from me to aim it at Adam.

Adam lifted his chin at the table. We all looked over.

Liam’s date had turned on her chair, and was staring across the room at us.

She was not happy.

“Shit,” Liam muttered under his breath.

“Is that Harriet Landon?” Adam said.

“Yeah.”

Adam waved. “I haven’t seen her in years.”

The woman rolled her eyes and waved back exaggeratedly. Then she turned her hand and made an an effortlessly cool beckoning gesture at Liam.

I noticed the micro-reaction as he stiffened.

Liam didnotlike being told what to do.

He turned on his heel without even glancing at me again, and strode back to his table.

“Harriet Landon?” I said as Liam sat down, picked up his knife and fork, and the date continued as if he’d never been over to drop a bombshell on my poor unsuspecting head.

“One of his ex-uni friends. They used to be a thing way back.”

“Catching up with old mates, then?” I said hopefully.

“Sure,” Adam said after a beat of silence.

“Speaking of mates…”

Adam’s shoulders hunched.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was divorced?”

He sighed. “Because I knew what it would do to you.”

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